Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.